At four o'clock in the afternoon, Annick looked at his pocket watch. There was no hope of getting home from get off work on time today. He just hoped that this young lady would not cause any trouble.

Starlight Street is a relatively tidy street near the port. The two got off the car at the intersection of Starlight Street. Emma told the coachman to pick her up in two hours. The luxurious coachman looked embarrassed, and Emma whispered in his ear.

He said something and pointed at Annick. The coachman reluctantly drove the carriage away.

"Where do we start investigating?"

"Let's start with the surrounding residents." Emma seemed quite enthusiastic.

"Miss, please tell me what time it is."

"It's four o'clock in the afternoon, what's going on?"

"It's okay, it's just that it's difficult for you to collect valuable information."

Emma looked puzzled, and then looked for passers-by on the street. The sun in the middle of the afternoon was still a bit fierce. Apart from some children playing in the bright sun, there were only women passing by occasionally.

Emma stopped a woman carrying a large bag of clothes. She looked like a washerwoman. Her appearance in her thirties had already begun to show crow's feet etched by time.

"Mr. Police, why do you want to see me?" The woman ignored Emma and went to Annick. It seemed that the credibility of someone in uniform was greater than that of someone without uniform.

"We are here to investigate the murder of the carriage driver last night. Do you have any clues?" Emma directly interjected.

"No, I'm just passing by to deliver washed clothes. If Mr. Policeman has nothing else to do, please don't delay me." The woman hurriedly left after hearing that the question was none of her business.

"How could you do this? If you die, you won't hear anything valuable."

The woman was not touched and hurried away with her clothes. When Emma was about to catch up, Annick grabbed her.

"Do you know how many babies there are waiting for her salary? The truth you are pursuing is only an occasional topic for most people here."

"But we can't be so indifferent."

"You must have become numb due to the pressure of life. If you want to really understand something, come with me." Annick pointed to a bar on the street. There was a sword and shield painted on the sign, with the words "brave" scrawled on it.

bar.

"I'm here to ask, don't interrupt, don't say we are here to investigate the case." Annick said and took off the epaulettes on his shoulders. The gun holster on his waist was also put into his pocket, and the bandage hanging on it was nothing but a clean shirt.

Like the injured dock worker, the rest is quite similar.

Pushing open the door of the bar, there were already many people surrounding a makeshift table. Many people were holding small white notes in their hands and shouting loudly.

"Peck it to death, go ahead."

"Kick it with your feet."

"I'm giving you all your salary this week, come on."

Annick squeezed through the crowd and reluctantly found two benches in front of the bar to sit down.

"What are you playing over there?"

The bartender was wiping the glass and looked up at Annick and his wife.

"You're new here, there's a cockfight over there. This game has started. Let's wait until the next game. What do you want to drink? Did you hurt your arm?"

Annick took the wine list from the bar, looked at it and said.

"I'll have a big glass of local rye beer, and a glass of Luke's champagne for this guy. And a plate of fried peanuts."

"Beer 2p, champagne 4p. Peanuts 2p. Total 8p."

Annick took out a silver coin and handed it over. The bartender opened the drawer to get some change. Annick stopped him and said, "The rest counts as a tip. What's the latest news?"

The bartender looked at the silver coins in his hand, put them in the drawer, then found two copper pennies and put them in his pocket.

"You guys wait a moment. I'll pour you some wine first. I'll tell you any news later."

Emma looked at Annick with a bit of contempt, "Is this your method?"

"Bars are usually a mixed bag, with all kinds of people here, and the bartender is the person they interact with the most, so some information will usually be revealed by accident. Isn't it great value that you can find out the information for only 2 pence."

"I also want to try the rye beer you ordered. I'm tired of drinking champagne. There are all kinds of champagne at every cocktail party."

At this time, the bartender brought a wooden cup, which was almost the size of a small bucket. There was a bit of cloudy yellow beer in it, with foam coming out. Another glass was filled with amber wine. Then there was a small plate of

Peanuts.

Emma grabbed the beer in front of Annie, then pushed her champagne over, picked up the barrel and took a sip.

"Pfft." Annick was sprayed in the face. This was the second time he was sprayed today. Annick calmly took out his handkerchief and wiped his face.

"Why are you so bitter yet so angry?"

"Miss, you only have 2 pence for a small bucket. What else do you ask for? Sorry, please bring me another wooden cup."

The bartender shook his head and handed another empty glass to Annick. He took the beer that had just been a sip and poured it into a new wine glass.

"You drink this." Annick pushed the champagne over.

He picked up the beer in front of him and took a sip. The bitter and cold liquid passed through his throat. Annick grabbed a small handful of peanuts and asked while eating.

"Have there been any strange people near the bar lately?"

The bartender continued to clean his glass, "Strange people? There have been more people smuggling people in the past few months, and there were people who came here to seek shelter a few days ago. Other than that, there are only one man and one woman who are suspicious."

"Tell me who the boy and the girl look like?" Emma asked.

"Stop looking, the suspicious man and woman are right here." Annick said expressionlessly.

"where?"

"It's just you and me."

At this time, two or three drunken men came here. The leader had a scar on his face. He had a button on his dirty shorts and a skull tattooed on his arm.

"Why did such a pretty girl end up with this disabled good-for-nothing? Why don't you replace me, uncle? I will make sure you go to heaven."

"That's right, if one cannot satisfy you, there are two of us brothers."

"Let's go, we can't ask anything here." Annick drank the beer in one gulp.

"Girl, don't run away." The drunkard stretched out his hand to stop Emma.

"You're welcome to wake up, please." Emma picked up the undrinkable glass of champagne and threw it on the drunk man's face. Annick always had a bad feeling.

"Bitch, what are you doing?" The drunkard rushed over and was about to hug Emma. The two accomplices next to him also stopped Annick. Emma stretched out her hands and grabbed the drunkard's collar and belt, and pulled it hard.

The fat man lifted it up.

"Plop." There was a loud noise, and the drunkard weighing about 180 pounds flew out and hit a table next to him where he was drinking. The wine glasses and snacks on the table were knocked to the ground. The entire wooden table was also broken, and it fell from the ground.

Cracked in the middle.

When two drunk men nearby saw this, they took out the knives in their pockets and tried to attack Emma. Annick saw this and kicked one drunk man in the knee. The drunk man hugged his legs and howled like he wanted to cook shrimps.

After seeing one of them knocked down, Annick took out a pistol from his pocket and put it against the head of the other drunkard who was about to run away.

"Don't move, or we'll say you attacked the police and were shot dead on the spot." Another drunk man felt a metal cylindrical object pressing against the back of the policeman and put down the knife in his hand, turned around and knelt on the ground.

"We really don't know your police, otherwise how dare we attack you."

Annick ignored him, looked at the nearby drinkers and the dumbfounded bartender, blamed the smashed table and the spilled drinks and asked, "How much do these cost."

The bartender didn't respond, "Sir, what do you mean?"

"I told you how much it would cost to compensate for the tables and chairs and the spilled drinks for the customers on site."

The bartender then reacted and took a look at the scene, smashing the table and knocking the wine glass on the ground. "Sir, it may cost 3 pounds. The table is broken, and there are broken wine glasses. The wine is not worth it."

"Do you have three pounds in cash?"

The only drunkard who was still sober smiled bitterly. "Mr. Policeman, you look at us like we have three pounds in cash."

"Fuck." Annick couldn't hold back, "Emma, ​​go and see how much money is in the pocket of the drunk guy over there. Go and hand over your accomplice's pockets and your cash."

The crowd of onlookers made way for the young girl who easily lifted up an adult man and made way for him. The drunkard who fell under the wooden table got up decisively after hearing this. He patted the sawdust off his body and handed all the cash in his pocket to Emma.

Kneel to the edge.

Annick looked at a few crumpled banknotes and copper coins in front of him. It didn't look more than one pound in cash.

"Fuck, why are you flirting with women if you don't have money?"

The man kneeling in front of Annick said.

"We just flirted verbally, and touched the buttocks at most."

"What do you mean, just touching your butt." When Emma heard this and was about to teach the first three bastards a lesson, Annick held her back. He was worried that his cash would not be enough to compensate if he tried again.

Annick reluctantly handed over the banknote with the face of Alfred the Great that he had just obtained a few hours ago to the bartender.

"Two pounds for me, no tip this time."

The bartender was stunned and took out two banknotes and handed them to Annick.

"The one whose beer was spilled just now took his glass to the bartender and asked the bartender to refill it for you. I asked you. You three bastards, get out now. Next time I meet you, I will ask you to pay me back the debt you owe."

Upon hearing these two drunkards, they quickly helped their accomplices and ran out of the bar, while other customers continued to drink.

On the way back, Annick looked at Emma, ​​who looked like a weak girl but was actually a female tyrannosaurus, and said.

"Awakening in the direction of strength. Miss, it's shameful to take advantage of the situation before the next fight. It's shameful in the physical sense."

"Those bastards dared to tease me and touch their butts. I would be polite if I didn't beat them to fractures." Emma's face was a little red and she argued.

"Okay, okay, let's do it again. The five pounds you gave us won't be enough to compensate me."

"Do you care about money? If I offer you a weekly salary of 10 pounds, will you resign and become my bodyguard now?"

"If you offer a long-term employment contract, it's not impossible to consider it, but we don't know who will protect whom when we go out like this."
Chapter completed!